It Started In A Barn

Chapter 2

I just simply nodded and did so. In return I was carrying back several glass bottles. I walked outside to throw them away, until I tripping over a huge rock in the dark and I fell. I yelled as I fell, and I landed on the glass. I let out a loud cry and I felt them cut me on my arms and hands. All I heard in return was the cheers of the game.
Crying slightly I ran a different route to the barn. After a few minutes of running, everything started to ache, probably because of the combo of glass shards and runnin' so hard. I sniffed and found the barn door open. I slid them shut and, though it hurt a bit. I was getting a weird feeling of emptiness. I walked in and quickly realized why it seemed so empty.

Bumblebee was gone.

Bumblebee's P.O.V.

I heard Zoey cry out in pain near that house. Concerned, I pushed open the barn door and stepped outside. Luckily it was dark outside, and I managed to transform into my alt mode; a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro. I quickly, but quietly, drove through the acres and approached the house. I saw two other cars parked down at the bottom of the driveway.

Something definitely was not right.

I glanced around for Zoey, but stayed in my alt mode just in case of other humans.
I didn't find any sign of her. I did find some glass shards near the trash can though, and her ATV was still here. I shivered slightly, hoping Zoe was alright.

I heard cheering coming from inside of the house and I could see a weird game of sorts on a screen.

I growled quietly to myself.

How dare that sire be in there cheering like that over that game when Zoey could be who knows where!?

That's just absolutely terrible.

Zoe is only seven and she has to go through all of this crap.

Just plain terrible.

Getting lost in my thoughts, I was then snapped back to reality when I heard the slamming of a door. Not daring to move my alt mode, I just watched.

Two men, drunk it looked like seeing that they had problems standing​ up properly, came swaying outside.

“'Ey, Drew. Look at 'his. Someone 'eft a perfectly good Camaro over 'ere.” I heard one of them  say

Scrap! Scrap! Scrap!

I felt one of them touch my door handle, and I was really tempted to just drive off. Gahh, then that would blow my cover.

Then that same one yanked open my door and hopped into my drivers seat.

Good gosh, I can practically feel the alcohol dripping off of him.

I hope Zoey is alright.

I really do.

“Well Tom, gonna drive it or not?” The other one named Drew, from my understanding, called

“Well yeah, 'ersons left the keys and all!” The idiot in my driver's seat called back

I growled, which made it sound like the engine rumbling loudly.
The idiot then swapped my gears into drive and put his hands on the wheel.

I shivered at his touch and tried to make my steering wheel not move.

Not such luck there

He then started to drive me around.

'You want to have a drive? Let's make it the worse drive of your life then.’ I thought to myself

I then half way took over and made myself start spinning in circles, leaving tire streaks behind.

“Hell yeah!” The idiot whooped as the other idiot watched.

I then made it seem like the 'car’ went out of control and hit the other idiot a little, making him fall.

“Tom! Watch it!” The other barked as he stood up.

“Sorry sorry!” He said bringing me to a stop and peering out the window.

“Don't worry about it. I'm headed home.” The other shrugged it off before headed over to what looked like an old Toyota before driving off.

'One down, one to go’

“Eh, he's no fun. Now I can drive ya around as much as I ‘ant.  Maybe even keep ya for myself.” the idiot sneered while looking at my dashboard

I felt a lot of anger fill up within me.

HELL NO!

You are NOT driving me around much as you want! I am NOT an inanimate object!

Hell to the no.

Absolutely not.

I refuse to let this happen.

Plus I gotta find Zoe.

Time for Plan B then.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Tom raced around of a bit until the car suddenly just stop.

“C'mon you piece of junk. Work!” He growled as he hit the dashboard

There was then rustling coming from the other side of the house. Tom stopped banging on the car and got out. He kicked it a couple times in the front tires.

Bumblebee resisted the urge to just run him over right then and there.

There was more rustling and a young man then walked out from the side of the house, looking for something.

Tom squinted, trying to make out who the kid was through the dark. The most he could tell was that he was mostly in black with a splash of color on his shoes. He also had on a pair of shades, covering his eyes and in the dark of night it made it look like the shades were black.

The man casually walked up over to Tom and the camaro.

“Who the ruddy hell are you?” Tom asked as he narrowed his eyes at him.

“That would happen to be none of your concern at the moment. What is a concern, would be the fact you're wrecking my car.” The man replied almost lazily

“Well if you like your car so much you wouldn't have left it here with the keys left in.” Tom sneered back

“Also wrong, foolish. I got out for a moment to go look for a dear, close friend of mine. I left a set keys in so I could simply head off to my next destination.” The guy retorted, not fully saying what he was thinking

“Well I found it and I ain't give it back to you.” Tom snapped back

“I'd say I'm sorry for doing this, but I'm really not.” The guy said simply

Tom raised an eyebrow and was about to ask what. The young man then socked him hard in the face. Tom tumbled backwards before he passed out.

Smirking faintly, the man check the other guys pulse to ensure he was at least still alive.

Satisfied after doing that, the man dragged Tom through the grass and let him go, face first into the pile of dirt that was near the old Ford.

Afterwards the young man climbed into the Camaro before driving into the woods behind the house and out of sight to resume his search for his friend.

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